It puts me in mind of those old pictures from WWII. When German soldiers are mocking some Jewish man as they shave his beard. Or the worst pictures of all, when German soldiers stand above trenches filled with doomed, naked Jews, not with glum faces of remorse or sadness, but with smiles and laughter. German soldiers who would, moments after the photo, murder those same hapless victims.

But it isn’t only the ‘abortion and joyfully proud of it’ part that bothers me. It’s that she reduces the decision to have children to what is best for her alone:

“I made the decision that was best for me – to have an abortion”

Not even for her and her husband, or some future family, or community, or anything. But me! The golden carrot of the post-modern age is the belief that I come first and the rest of the ten billion year history of the universe comes a distant third. The holy trinity of Me, Myself and I. There wasn’t even an attempt to cover it up. Or suggest something more important than herself. It was just her. If you want to pat yourself on the back for having an abortion, at least try to make it about something more than yourself. It might not make a difference on the ethical scale, but at least it might sound better. The notion of a civilization that teaches human life is sacred whenever convenient for me suggests the groundwork for future escapades that will make the last century look like a tea party with Mary Poppins by comparison.